A Villanelle

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The men that catch my eye these days are few

The ones that do are married men, or mad

And truth be told I only fancy you

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I doubt that in the pub or porch or pew

I’ll meet a man like you who makes me glad

The men that catch my eye these days are few

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I could be looking but I seldom do

There’s only you for me, you ‘lucky’ lad

If truth be told I only fancy you

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Until the day fate sends me someone new

I’m all for you, I know, it’s odd, and sad

But men that catch my eye these days are few

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You make me happy, boy, you make me blue

I hold a torch for you, and I grow mad

For truth be told I only fancy you

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I’ve told you something you already knew

I’m sorry, but I’ve really got it bad

The men that catch my eye these days are few

If truth be told I only fancy you

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© Gail Foster 21^st July 2017